Lieutenant General James Longstreet:
[Longstreet and his staff have ridden too far forward immediately following Pickett's Charge; a cannon blast almost kills Goree]
God!
[Goree slowly gets up]
Lieutenant General James Longstreet:
How are you, T.J.?
Cap. Thomas J. Goree:
I'm tolerable, sir.
Lieutenant General James Longstreet:
[looks across the battlefield to Cemetery Ridge and sighs]
They ain't comin'. Too bad.
Cap. Thomas J. Goree:
[Goree looks in the same direction]
Yes, sir. General... I'll tell you plain. There are times when you worry me.
Lieutenant General James Longstreet:
Well...
Cap. Thomas J. Goree:
No good tryin' to get yourself killed, General. The Lord'll come for you in His own good time.
Maj. G. Moxley Sorrel:
What are your orders, sir?
Lieutenant General James Longstreet:
[sighs]
Prepare for a defense, but... the Yankees ain't comin'. Come on, boys.
[he sadly rides away]
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